Naveed Akram

To Unite My Hand Poem by Naveed Akram

This feather is made to unite my hand, Yet to tickle others is a feat of bravery.For the One Above on His throne is to resideIn this existence of the solutes and solvents.This feather makes humour, But humour is not within the realm.Life is a loving affair of brilliance, Humour is so unimportant compared to Him.

Life vanishes when He wishes, Feathers of the birds cannot amount toThe same blessings bestowed.For we are His creation, Vanishing would mean sudden death, And that would be relentless, Like the objective of the hidden one, Who whispers in the hearts of creaturesThat solving the heavenly spheresSubjects mothers and fathers and sonsTo the depths of an abyss.The hidden one speaks like a devilish object, An idol to speak to and to pray toWith a seal of the human heart.

Reject this being from the inner desires, So that devils betray themselves andPeace returns once more, So that the Throne Of The One AboveHappens to our faculties more so.We must receive any blessingThat we deserve for we are Ones not treacherous.